[Comprehensive] My god judge is scary

Probably because as long as you stay by the side of the god judge, you will encounter God unfolding from time to time. Although there is a sudden increase in the number of swords, everyone is shocked and panicked for a moment, and their daily life is still "peaceful" as before. Continued.

--Um.Except that the team chatting on weekdays is getting bigger and bigger, wine bowls and wine bottles are placed next to the tea sets in the courtyard, Hasebe's growls are getting bigger and the price is not increasing... There is not much change.

On the other hand, after the dreadful achievement of forging dozens of swords in succession without repeating them, and after hosting a grand, ostentatious (and uselessly wasting spiritual energy) welcome party, Edgar In theory, you should either be busy building a tacit and good relationship with new knives, or busy with harmonious and friendly communication with old knives.

However, in fact, because some body...?Spirit……?Due to various reasons, Edgar is currently in a very idle state—to the point where he sits in the living room and eats fruit silently.

It all started when Edgar suddenly proposed to work seriously after the welcome meeting.

All the god judges know that the job of the god judge directly under the government of time is a wonderful job with low requirements (you only need spiritual power), high salary, and good safety factor (if you don't go to the battlefield). There will even be dozens of handsome men and "beauties" as gifts.

Basically, there are no disadvantages except that you have to leave this world to live in Honmaru House.There are no other mandatory requirements for the work itself, and it is so leisurely that as long as you complete your daily classes every day and hand in paperwork occasionally, you will be fine.And, if you develop a relationship with a few knives who are good at this kind of paperwork, there is a good chance that even the task of writing reports will be ignored.

In this regard, there are even rumors in the market that: In a certain Honmaru named "Hanamaru", there is an excellent but unsociable, very shy god-inspector who successfully achieved the goal of nesting in the main house every day and never showing his face to his own house. Even the sword doesn't know the great legend about the appearance of the god judge.

All in all, being a god judge is such an easy job that only needs to move your fingers every day.

But among this group of god judges, Edgar is a figure more legendary than legend.

——Just two days after he took office, he disappeared. When he sent news to Honmaru again, the reason for asking for leave was: "Save the world."In the next period of time, this god judge also occasionally returned to Honmaru, and soon went out again. After working for a long time, he still stayed in Honmaru for less than three days.

In other words, Edgar, a high-quality god judge who is almost full of fetters with the previous swords, and whose favorability with the new sword is basically fluctuating around 80, is because of the exaggerated reason of "busy saving the world" , Since taking office till now, never!No!serious!worked...!

Yes, whether it is the daily class or the report, all the swordsmen take turns to complete it independently.

Therefore, when Edgar expressed his willingness to do something serious, and actually went to the study to deal with the paperwork, the mood of the swordsmen was completely different from that of "My boss, who has been away on business, is finally going to start working seriously." What~" This kind of words can be easily summed up.

For example, Qingguang was very frightened.

In his opinion, letting the judge spend precious time writing a report full of official language, full of routines, and meaningless, is not the same as letting the vicious knife who fights on the battlefield and drinks blood to farm the land meekly, Is it as strange as raising a horse? (—Although they just obediently did the latter.)

In short, after some psychological struggle, the swords still stopped Edgar in fear.

"Master, please leave this kind of matter to me, Hasebu, to do it for you."

"Because it is a low-level literary knife, please let me do some assistance."

"Every time I attack a dungeon, I command the formation of the troops. I am willing to serve you every time."

……

In the end, even Sanriyue, who was concentrating on drinking tea and eating snacks, stepped in.He put down his teacup and looked at Edgar with a smile, and half covered his lips with his sleeve and said, "Grandpa, I have lived for such a long time, I have seen a lot, and I am actually very good at such things."

Of course, as soon as he finished speaking, Jin Jian jumped up and took him away with his neck.From a distance, I can hear Imaizu's complaint: "Don't lie, you have been living the life of a retired old man, and your work frequency is lower than Akashi's! You can't even wear clothes, how can you write official documents!"

……

Skipping this little episode, under the persuasion of the swordsmen in every possible way, Edgar, who didn't want to bring his own swordsmen to the brink of collapse because of such a trivial matter, still backed down a step, saying that he just wanted to experience what a god judge should do. process.

So, he finally managed to open the work log that was supposed to be written by a god-inspector.

The content in this work log is not as stereotyped as Qing Guang said.According to the changes in the writing format and content, it is still easy to see the changes in the government of the time.They are constantly updating and improving, and introducing new policies from time to time.

In this way, Edgar flipped through the past texts casually.And the swordsmen next to them who used to be in charge of this kind of work were all children who were randomly checked by the teacher for their summer homework, and they were so nervous that a few beads of sweat dripped from their faces.

But it didn't take long for them to be nervous, and they saw Edgar stroking his forehead.

stroked his forehead!

Where is the writing unsatisfactory!

For a while, the reactions of the knives were all about what was wrong, what was wrong, what disappointed the god judge, where harakiri was more appropriate... such strange ideas.

But soon, relying on their high attention to Edgar all the time and the large number of Edgar-related images stored in their brains, they realized that this action was very familiar, and suddenly realized that this was not Edgar. For the first time, he suddenly held his forehead.

The still air became restless.

In the not-so-small study room stood a few swords that were usually mild, and each of them stared carefully at Edgar, who suddenly stroked his forehead halfway through the pages.Seeing him close his eyes, frowning slightly, the corners of his mouth that were always raised calmed down.They understand: this action is not out of trouble or helplessness, but because of physical, physical, discomfort, and discomfort!

The god-inspector who has always been so powerful that it is not human-like and can easily confront multiple swords will feel physically unwell...?This association caused the swordsmen to panic involuntarily.But before they could say anything, Edgar returned to his previous smiling face.

He leisurely sorted out the somewhat messy report in his hand and put it back in its original place. He looked at the bewildered swordsmen in front of him with his chin in his hand, and without hiding anything, he said with a smile: "Oh, I was caught You found out. After all, everyone’s reactions are so interesting, I thought I could make you misunderstand for a while.”

"..." Hasebe took a step forward after being silent for a while, and expressed his guess in his heart: "Master, are you really suffering from a headache...and it's from the last world..." He recalled the past memories , I couldn't help but frowned because I didn't realize it sooner.If Akashi saw it, he might be scared to turn over a few more fields.

"Well, this level of pain is completely painless." Unlike Hasebe's seriousness as if he was about to attend a funeral, Edgar was still cheerful, and he waved his hand to indicate that there was no problem at all.

"And... I'm very happy." Edgar told his feelings, speaking softly, as if he was just talking to himself, "I'm really, very happy."

……

When he first came to this time and space, Edgar never used his abilities wantonly.He carried out all kinds of temptations cautiously, relying on his speaking skills (and betraying his appearance) even for a snack.This is not only due to caution due to lack of intelligence, but also to prevent time and space from being able to adapt to the existence of him as an outsider and suppress him.

But now, Edgar, who has been recognized by countless humans and swords, has completely adapted to this environment, and has also been adapted by this environment.Having understood the connection, structure, and capacity of these worlds, he has long been able to control abilities to carry out activities as he pleases.

Moreover, because the reserve of the mini Holy Grail itself is too small, Edgar had to store a large amount of magic power in his body for future wishes.Using the physical and spiritual double strengthening ability inherited from Elvis, he has almost become a terrifying existence that contains and compresses huge energy.

However, such Edgar, who was already close to invincible, had faint headaches because of controlling the creatures on a single planet when his limited mental power was fully recovered.Now it is even more painful because I have cast detailed models of more than two dozen swords in my head!

— This is really a welcome sign.Edgar thought so.

The tingling of the wound on his chest was a pain he experienced all the time, and he couldn't avoid it at all.But the dull pain coming from his head now is a feeling he has never experienced since he came to this peaceful time and space.

Yes.It was a pain he was familiar with.It was the pain caused by excessive load when Edgar almost ruled the entire world and mastered the bodies and minds of almost all cosmic creatures in the past.It is the proof that his thoughts and spiritual power are connecting with the time and space that belongs to him.

He spent a long time collecting countless magical powers, and the difference between returning there and making a wish is such a slight connection.How could this not make him happy?

It's just that the pain is not enough now!

He needs more, more, more...

It wasn't until the pain became more severe, the connection became more intimate, and the location of the transmission became more precise, that it was time for him to implement his plan.

……

Ignoring the worries and exhortations in his ears, Edgar stood up with a smile, and gave the office chair to Hasebe.

"That's right, since I haven't been trained, I'd better just concentrate on watching professionals work." He said this, sitting on the side with his head propped up, and carefully watched Hasebu's work.

Hasebe: "..." doki, doki, nervous, nervous.

Seeing that Edgar did not plan to review the report himself, but chose to entrust the paperwork to Hasebe, the other swords breathed a sigh of relief, and stopped huddling in the study.They glanced at Hasebe with worries, disappointment, unwillingness and other emotions, and then left here reluctantly, leaving enough room for Hasebe and the judge to stretch their hands and feet.

Seeing that all the people in the way had left, Hasebe was originally full of joy and expectation, and wanted to show Edgar his appearance when he was working seriously on weekdays, so as to increase his favorability.

But when he was actually in the same room with Edgar, Hasebe, feeling the aura and gaze of the examiner, only felt that his body temperature was rising, and even the palm of the hand holding the pen was sweating a lot. The upright and powerful Chinese characters almost floated to the back cover.

Obviously the one who was unwell was the God Judge, but he obviously looked weaker, as if he had a high fever, and his complexion became more and more flushed.

"..." If this continues, I can hardly write a single word!

Hasebe, whose fingers kept trembling and whose heart was beating wildly, deeply understood that as long as he was still in front of the judge, he would not be able to concentrate on his work at all... this fact.

He raised his head to say something to Edgar.But before he could finish his words, he bowed his head and started writing silently when he saw Edgar's smile that seemed to be braving the holy light.Then, after silently examining his handwriting that was about to fly to the sky, he summoned up the courage to raise his head again...silently lowered his head...raised his head...

Repeat the above three times.

"Woo." He squeezed out a mournful moan from his throat.

Looking at the work log that was about to become a graffiti diary, Hasebe finally put down his pen, and slammed his head, which was already unable to support it, heavily on the table. Volume pleaded painfully to Edgar:

"...Please leave."

The author has something to say: Shocked!A generation of loyal dog Hasebe actually drove the god judge out of the house!